Bernadette Peters - It Might As Well Be Spring lyrics

The things I used to like I don't like anymore I want a lot of other things I've never had before It's just like mother says... I sit around and mope Pretending I am wonderful And knowing I'm a dope I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm I'm as jumpy as a puppet on a string I'd say that I had spring fever But I know it isn't spring I'm starry-eyed and vaguely discontented Like a nightingale without a song to sing Oh, why should I have spring fever When it isn't even spring? I keep wishing I were somewhere else Walking down a strange new street Hearing words that I have never heard From a man I've yet to meet I'm as busy as a spider spinning daydreams I'm as giddy as a baby on a swing I haven't seen a crocus or a rosebud Or a robin on the wing But I feel so gay In a melancholy way That it might as well be spring It might as well be spring In our air-conditioned, patent leather farmhouse On our ultra-modern, scientific farm We'll live in a stream-lined heaven And we'll waste no time on charm! No geraniums to clutter our veranda Nor single little sentimental things No virginia creepers, nothing useless !